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After two and a half years of jerking off to Killian and not seeing anyone else, I was losing it.
Liar. There’s something about her. Something you only ever saw in Killian.
A growl slipped past my lips. That was the truth. No use in pretending otherwise.
This girl had me in a chokehold.
Amara’s nose twitched. Another adorable, seductive gesture.
I tipped her chin up. “What is it?”
“Carter, I swear, I’m not lazy.” Her begging turned me on as much as the heaving breasts beneath her tight dress. “I’ll carry the rest of the flowers in. In fact, I’ll come every other day to water the plants you already have here. I’ll sing for them and stroke the flower petals. Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t take this gig from me.”
“Lazy? Take it from you?” I scowled. She wasn’t making any sense. Her craziness was cute, but this? Unnecessary. “Never. I’ll never hire another florist. You’re bound to us. Bound to me. That’s why we’re going to date.”
“You… Me… Uh—excuse me?” A range of emotions ran across her expressive features. “For real?”
“Yes, pet. For real.”
If there was ever a time to break the rules, it was now. For her.
Amara was mine.
I leaned a little closer. “Say yes,” I whispered, tasting her breaths. Owning them.
The tips of our noses touched. I nuzzled hers.
Sweet, sweet Amara.
“Say yes.”
“To what?” she breathed.
In a flash, I had my hand around her throat, my fingers digging in.
“To everything.” Not that her consent mattered. The night sky was black as Amara belonged to me. End of story.
“Yes.” Amara’s smile barreled into me. “To everything.”
Having her consent was the cherry on top.
The wait was over.
My last conscious thought fleeting through my head was, We’re a match made in crazy-town, and I fucking love it. I slammed my mouth against hers. Sealed our fates together with that kiss.
Then I fucked her from behind with her face pressed to the table and her ass red from my spanking.
“Five minutes and twenty-eight seconds,” Willis repeats.
I have the urge to smother him for dragging me out of my head. Where Amara was screaming into my palm as I shut her up and made it hurt until she came all over my cock.
An urge I have to shut down.
I’m at work. My boner and goddamn feelings will have to wait.
“It’s three hundred and twenty-eight seconds too late,” Razor bites back.
I turn my head to either side of me. The two men are standing now. Their palms are flat on the table where Amara’s face was six months ago. Their faces burn crimson red, their mouths twisted into snarls.
